Being, at least for a few decades, someone’s everything

We excuse ourselves from doing arduous things that would build stronger character traits

Diversity is not the weird appropriations and erasures that pass for acceptance

Why do we expect extreme labor from autistic people, while we do none?

Our children live in the empty granaries beneath your castle

Remind yourself: I am an ableist. I am exhausting to be around

Let there be no room for pity and scorn...just mutual delight

You are safe. You are seen.

We thrive when we are supported with unwavering respect

Hold yourself behind that line you have so firmly drawn